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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Pagans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
Average White Band,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
Sonic Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Erasure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.