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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Outsiders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Shoche,
Saccharine Trust,
Brick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Organ,
Slick Rick,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
Smog,
ABC,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
Blancmange,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.