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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quantec to the techno 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station 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?
John Lydon,
Sex Pistols,
Darondo,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
Matthew Halsall,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Index,
the Human League,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Franke,
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doors,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
Magma,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.