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 Libya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Real Kids to the disco 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zapp,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.