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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the punk 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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Average White Band,
Wings,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface,
Make Up,
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
MDC,
The Buckinghams,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Index,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
Nils Olav,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.