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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 The Wake to the techno 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Fatback Band,
kango's stein massive,
Interpol,
The Busters,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
JFA,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moss Icon,
Motorama,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.