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 Congo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Association to the grime 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Nico,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alphaville,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
Drexciya,
Wasted Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
Altered Images,
June Days,
China Crisis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.