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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Vainqueur to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
Subhumans,
Pantaleimon,
Tommy Roe,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime,
The Pop Group,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
Robert Görl,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
Icehouse,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Swans,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
Kayak,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Sherman,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.