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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
Organ,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül II,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
The Divine Comedy,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Babytalk,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
Davy DMX,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.