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 Ghana and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
June of 44,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
Yaz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Intrusion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
Scion,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
Vainqueur,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
The Residents,
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.