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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 ABBA to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
Theoretical Girls,
China Crisis,
Qualms,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index,
Visage,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Cal Tjader,
Sister Nancy,
Alison Limerick,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
Desert Stars,
The Evens,
AZ,
The Raincoats,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
Parry Music,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.