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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Gregory Isaacs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
Idris Muhammad,
Fugazi,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lungfish,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
Quantec,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lyres,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
Saccharine Trust,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.