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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Busters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
World's Most,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moleskins,
The Motions,
Andrew Hill,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minutemen,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
The Star Department,
Inner City,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Dawn Penn,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
John Cale,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
Yaz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quantec,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.