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 Morocco and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 the Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
Deakin,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
Urselle,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
Fugazi,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.