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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Fear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
The Searchers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
Fugazi,
Index,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
Desert Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
Lindisfarne,
Altered Images,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
Roxette,
Groovy Waters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.