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 Moldova and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Music Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
EPMD,
The Evens,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Technova,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
Maurizio,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
The Index,
The Smoke,
Aaron Thompson,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.