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 Fiji and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
Easy Going,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
Y Pants,
X-102,
The Birthday Party,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronnie Foster,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
the Sonics,
Can,
Lalann,
Gong,
Lakeside,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, 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.