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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
Max Romeo,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.