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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
June Days,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
Niagra,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
X-Ray Spex,
Quantec,
Mr. Review,
Bauhaus,
Eddi Front,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.