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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fall to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Byrd,
Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly,
Supertramp,
The Busters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
Television,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
Babytalk,
Scratch Acid,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
Ken Boothe,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
Blancmange,
Mandrill,
Connie Case,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Howard Jones,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
K-Klass,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.