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 Haiti and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Connie Case to the punk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
The Associates,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
DJ Sneak,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
Quantec,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Names,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.