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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sixth Finger,
Flipper,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Moss Icon,
The Slackers,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
The Names,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
Connie Case,
Cluster,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
The Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
New Order,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.