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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Roxy Music to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
Patti Smith,
Mad Mike,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Iggy Pop,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.