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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 X-101 to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B,
Wally Richardson,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
Nas,
the Slits,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
UT,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.