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 Guatemala 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Blancmange to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monks,
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.