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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Blossom Toes to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
New Order,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
Whodini,
Wolf Eyes,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
Harmonia,
Sister Nancy,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
John Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
Ten City,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.