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 Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Von Mondo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
48th St. Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Magazine,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nico,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
Bush Tetras,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
Camouflage,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
The Residents,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
The Blackbyrds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
Skarface,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.