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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 electroclash 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
Al Stewart,
Slick Rick,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
Babytalk,
Judy Mowatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.