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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gang Green to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
Aloha Tigers,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ludus,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
Flipper,
New Order,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.