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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 8 Eyed Spy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
The Misunderstood,
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Malaria!,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
The Star Department,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Technova,
Ice-T,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
ABC,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
Eric Dolphy,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.