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 Micronesia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Echospace to the funk 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
World's Most,
Donald Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
Depeche Mode,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
Lakeside,
Nils Olav,
Swans,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
Organ,
Ice-T,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
Vladislav Delay,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Drexciya,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Christie,
Inner City,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.