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 Croatia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
Peter & Gordon,
The Leaves,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
Colin Newman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
Sister Nancy,
Los Fastidios,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick May,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
Circle Jerks,
The Residents,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Motions,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
the Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Malaria!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.