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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Skarface,
Henry Cow,
Pole,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unwound,
E-Dancer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
Skaos,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.