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 Suriname and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Au Pairs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
Audionom,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Flag,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
The Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.