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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Ultra Naté to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
Lindisfarne,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Scan 7,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
The Toasters,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Don Cherry,
The Pop Group,
Hasil Adkins,
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
UT,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
Pagans,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA,
Wings,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.