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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
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 linndrum 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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
The Offenders,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
Roxette,
the Germs,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
Japan,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
Piero Umiliani,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
Pole,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.