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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
the Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q65,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
Inner City,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lungfish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warsaw,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.