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 Tajikistan and from New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Grandmaster Flash to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
the Germs,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX,
Derrick May,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
Au Pairs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
Joe Smooth,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
Index,
Eurythmics,
The Fuzztones,
Letta Mbulu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.