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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
Visage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
Section 25,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy Collins,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
Drexciya,
Pulsallama,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.