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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Das Ding to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
D'Angelo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smoke,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
Yaz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yellowson,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Byron Stingily,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
Index,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
PIL,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.