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 Maldives and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Whodini,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
Black Sheep,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
Visage,
The Selecter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.