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 Nicaragua and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
Crooked Eye,
China Crisis,
Jawbox,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skriet,
The Names,
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
a-ha,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
Lungfish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
The Real Kids,
The Standells,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
Pole,
OOIOO,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.