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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Basic Channel to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
China Crisis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
T. Rex,
Fatback Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
Pole,
Fear,
MDC,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
Gichy Dan,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.