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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Surgeon to the electroclash 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
Bill Wells,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
Mark Hollis,
T. Rex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
Interpol,
Urselle,
Boredoms,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
B.T. Express,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.