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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Infiniti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
Hardrive,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Carl Craig,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
The Index,
Joey Negro,
D'Angelo,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.