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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Hot Snakes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
Patti Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes,
U.S. Maple,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.