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 Sweden and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Derrick May to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
Babytalk,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Sneak,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
Lower 48,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
Main Source,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
MDC,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moebius,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.