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 Colombia and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
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 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 J.B.'s to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mad Mike,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
The Grass Roots,
UT,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
The Gun Club,
Slave,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones,
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
Mars,
The Residents,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.