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 Mexico and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash to the jazz 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
Q65,
Gerry Rafferty,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
Gong,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
Hashim,
Brand Nubian,
Sex Pistols,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
One Last Wish,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
Cecil Taylor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.