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 Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The American Breed,
June Days,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
Sixth Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
Joe Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
Al Stewart,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DNA,
Warsaw,
10cc,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
AZ,
Youth Brigade,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.