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 Kiribati and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
Darondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
Nas,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.