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 Somalia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Quando Quango 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
Gong,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Crime,
a-ha,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
Yaz,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joensuu 1685,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
Barry Ungar,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.