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 Lebanon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Sisters of Mercy to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scratch Acid,
Siglo XX,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Oblivians,
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
The Stooges,
cv313,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
Model 500,
Dark Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
Wings,
Faraquet,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
The Names,
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
Magma,
Inner City,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Accadde A,
Deakin,
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
the Association,
The American Breed,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.