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 Haiti and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Interpol to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
the Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Stooges,
Altered Images,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.