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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 The Cramps to the electroclash 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
Erasure,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
Visage,
the Germs,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
Bluetip,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
Soul II Soul,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.