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 Denmark and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Rufus Thomas to the electroclash 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
Gichy Dan,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Zeros,
Khruangbin,
The Victims,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
Section 25,
Nas,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
Quando Quango,
Con Funk Shun,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
Y Pants,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.