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 Tonga and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pagans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
Smog,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
Jerry's Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül II,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rufus Thomas,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Wells,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
Liliput,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
Technova,
The Searchers,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.