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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Graham Central Station to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
The Doors,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.