Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Palau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Selecter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
Deakin,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wire,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
Goldenarms,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.