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 Japan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Grass Roots to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Blossom Toes,
Deadbeat,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
Cybotron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
The Sound,
The Gories,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
Harry Pussy,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.