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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 The Beau Brummels to the disco 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach,
The Cure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
Johnny Clarke,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Laurel Aitken,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rod Modell,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.