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 Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Quantec to the techno 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
The Zeros,
Mission of Burma,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
MDC,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Sheep,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Skarface,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.