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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 The Zeros to the grunge 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Roxette,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
Cheater Slicks,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
Colin Newman,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bronski Beat,
Davy DMX,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
Ten City,
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.