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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
F. McDonald,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
The Residents,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pagans,
The Smiths,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville,
Gregory Isaacs,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.