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 France and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Blackbyrds to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Minutemen,
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magma,
David McCallum,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
Rapeman,
KRS-One,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
World's Most,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.