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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Deakin to the punk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams,
Graham Central Station,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
Pussy Galore,
Henry Cow,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.