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 Somalia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Tears for Fears to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
Henry Cow,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
The Move,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic,
Camouflage,
Chris & Cosey,
Pussy Galore,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
Qualms,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Halsall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.