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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABC to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Mantronix,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
Alison Limerick,
Fluxion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
Whodini,
Niagra,
Fatback Band,
Smog,
The Litter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
Franke,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.