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 Monaco and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
Fear,
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.