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 Korea South and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 The Remains to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Human League,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
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.