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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Quantec to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
John Foxx,
Jeff Mills,
Rapeman,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
UT,
The Associates,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronnie Foster,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fuzztones,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.