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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Max Romeo,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
X-102,
Jandek,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
Bluetip,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
the Swans,
Symarip,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.