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 Madagascar and from New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marine Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
The Monks,
Mr. Review,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
Delta 5,
June Days,
Yellowson,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
Sällskapet,
Man Parrish,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
The Dead C,
Make Up,
John Lydon,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Joyce Sims,
The Dirtbombs,
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.