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 Liechtenstein 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Cymande to the grunge 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
Scion,
Mars,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
Hot Snakes,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
Charles Mingus,
The Gun Club,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
MC5,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
Smog,
The Motions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rites of Spring,
Japan,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
Fear,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.