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 Serbia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Mary Jane Girls to the dance 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Jandek,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
Camouflage,
Roger Hodgson,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
Wire,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Goldenarms,
Mandrill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Grass Roots,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
The Evens,
The Fall,
John Holt,
ABC,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.