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 the UAE and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Yellowson to the grunge 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ohio Players,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
Neu!,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
Rekid,
UT,
The Cramps,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.