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 Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Hill,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxette,
X-101,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
Joy Division,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crash Course in Science,
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
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.