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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Visage to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
Television Personalities,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
Japan,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mark Hollis,
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.