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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Average White Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
the Association,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Model 500,
Symarip,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.