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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Blancmange to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
Faust,
Bad Manners,
Ultimate Spinach,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
Sam Rivers,
Moebius,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
Rod Modell,
Mark Hollis,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.