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 Qatar and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 China Crisis to the funk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül II,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review,
Faust,
The Raincoats,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
Ludus,
The Names,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
Minnie Riperton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
The Move,
One Last Wish,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hardrive,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.