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 Netherlands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
The Star Department,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Franke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
Brick,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.