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 United States and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 OOIOO to the rock 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Model 500,
UT,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
Interpol,
World's Most,
B.T. Express,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
D'Angelo,
Kas Product,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
Stetsasonic,
Chrome,
DNA,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.