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 Benin and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funky Four + One,
R.M.O.,
U.S. Maple,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
The Vogues,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.