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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Gories to the funk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Zapp,
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Ossler,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
Slick Rick,
Nas,
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
H. Thieme,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
The Evens,
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.