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 Armenia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Black Sheep to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
Al Stewart,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
Ludus,
the Association,
The Velvet Underground,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
Harpers Bizarre,
June of 44,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
Deakin,
D'Angelo,
Saccharine Trust,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
Wings,
The Toasters,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.