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 South Africa and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Metal Thangz to the dance 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
Interpol,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
Sandy B,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
Al Stewart,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
Joey Negro,
ABBA,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
The Smoke,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.