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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arab on Radar to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
Kas Product,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
The Tremeloes,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
Tomorrow,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
Radio Birdman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Cecil Taylor,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.