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 Chile and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bluetip to the funk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
Shuggie Otis,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.