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 El Salvador and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Goldenarms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Clarke,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
Faust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Saints,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
Lucky Dragons,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
Make Up,
David Axelrod,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.