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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Niagra to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
Japan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
Ronnie Foster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
AZ,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.