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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Bill Wells to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
The Saints,
Cheater Slicks,
ABC,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
Morten Harket,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Gong,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
Ituana,
Camberwell Now,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.