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 Hungary and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Agitation Free to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
Pulsallama,
Boredoms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quadrant,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Cal Tjader,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
Pere Ubu,
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
The Move,
Pole,
Eli Mardock,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.