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 Haiti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Five Americans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen 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?
The Associates,
Organ,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Royal Trux,
The Fuzztones,
LL Cool J,
Funkadelic,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
The Trojans,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.