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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
Fad Gadget,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
The Gories,
E-Dancer,
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.