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 Nigeria and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
Crooked Eye,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
The Move,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
Guru Guru,
ABC,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O.,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Hoover,
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
New Order,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.