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 Madagascar and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Doors to the grime 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
Pylon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.