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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
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 Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Newcleus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liliput,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
Hardrive,
Royal Trux,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators,
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul II Soul,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
Minny Pops,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
Marmalade,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.