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 Dominica 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
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 synthesizer 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 La Düsseldorf to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Cell,
Wings,
Popol Vuh,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
Pulsallama,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
Bronski Beat,
Warsaw,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
Newcleus,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.