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 Madagascar and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
Todd Terry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
The Mummies,
Arcadia,
Tim Buckley,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
Pole,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes,
the Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
Faraquet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.