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 Albania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arthur Verocai to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
Joey Negro,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
Can,
UT,
Duran Duran,
Faust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.