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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visage to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
Lyres,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Byron Stingily,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
Country Teasers,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
Grauzone,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.