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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Soft Cell to the grime 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alphaville,
This Heat,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arab on Radar,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
Quantec,
Symarip,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
Thompson Twins,
The Happenings,
Ludus,
Crime,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Franke,
Rod Modell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.