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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sister Nancy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
John Holt,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Wake,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
Faust,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
Can,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.