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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Misunderstood to the rap 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Archie Shepp,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
The Victims,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
Boz Scaggs,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
Prince Buster,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Motorama,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.