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 Oman and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Toasters to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
Lyres,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
Sandy B,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
PIL,
Warsaw,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
Index,
the Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Shuggie Otis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tommy Roe,
Kurtis Blow,
The Offenders,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.