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 Iraq and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bizarre Inc. 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
Niagra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
the Swans,
The Residents,
The Leaves,
Outsiders,
Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.