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 Benin and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Gong,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Au Pairs,
Skaos,
Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Thompson Twins,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
Can,
Quantec,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.