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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
In Retrospect,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
The Gories,
Crime,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
48th St. Collective,
Excepter,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neu!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Popol Vuh,
John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.