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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Terrestrial Tones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moebius,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Excepter,
Quadrant,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lindisfarne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Certain Ratio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.