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 Germany and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 World's Most to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Depeche Mode,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
Joensuu 1685,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yaz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
The Selecter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Au Pairs,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
The Doors,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fluxion,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skarface,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
Barclay James Harvest,
Niagra,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
PIL,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.