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 Turkey and from Lagos.
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 Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Drexciya to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Piero Umiliani,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
Brick,
Cal Tjader,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
James White and The Blacks,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.