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 Croatia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Au Pairs to the rock 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
CMW,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
Slave,
Yazoo,
The New Christs,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Little Man,
Suicide,
Pagans,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
The Gun Club,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
Lower 48,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
Procol Harum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Roxette,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
Crooked Eye,
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Christie,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.