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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
Infiniti,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blancmange,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fall,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
Spoonie Gee,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
Unwound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
DJ Style,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
Crime,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.