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 Pakistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lindisfarne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Cameo,
Pole,
Brick,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cymande,
Qualms,
Y Pants,
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mad Mike,
Oneida,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
New York Dolls,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
Amazonics,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.