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 Italy and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zero Boys to the funk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
Alphaville,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
Skarface,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
10cc,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
The Dead C,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.