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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
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 güiro 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 Dave Gahan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gun Club,
The Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
Lungfish,
The Vogues,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
The Kinks,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
Amon Düül,
David Axelrod,
The Happenings,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Crash Course in Science,
The Motions,
The Moleskins,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
Skriet,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.