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 Cameroon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Beau Brummels to the techno 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
The Remains,
Joe Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Darondo,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
John Foxx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
Marine Girls,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.