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 Thailand and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Accadde A to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work 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?
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
Deadbeat,
Sandy B,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
Monks,
Drexciya,
In Retrospect,
Crime,
Outsiders,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
Q and Not U,
T.S.O.L.,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
The Knickerbockers,
Buzzcocks,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
the Swans,
The Kinks,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.