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 Turkey and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
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 marimba 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
In Retrospect,
Maleditus Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
Average White Band,
Rapeman,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Little Man,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
The Techniques,
Zapp,
The Moody Blues,
The Happenings,
the Germs,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.