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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rod Modell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brick,
cv313,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
Deadbeat,
Yellowson,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
The Cure,
Gong,
Grey Daturas,
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.