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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Pop Group to the electroclash 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
Arab on Radar,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lightning Bolt,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
Dave Gahan,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
CMW,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sugar Minott,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.