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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
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 Manila and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Audionom to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
The Index,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
The Divine Comedy,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
DJ Style,
Joy Division,
Dawn Penn,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.