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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dead C,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
Bauhaus,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
X-101,
This Heat,
Pole,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
Crime,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.