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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
the Swans,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
Franke,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-102,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.