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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 E-Dancer to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
Robert Hood,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
Yaz,
Ultravox,
Zapp,
Delta 5,
Darondo,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
FM Einheit,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Blancmange,
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade,
Jacques Brel,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
Gong,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
This Heat,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül II,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacob Miller,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.