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 Panama and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Moody Blues,
China Crisis,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
T. Rex,
Mantronix,
Smog,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Bizarre Inc.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drexciya,
Harry Pussy,
Bush Tetras,
Fugazi,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Technova,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
Subhumans,
Black Pus,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.