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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 MDC to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Eli Mardock,
Model 500,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Sugar Minott,
Delon & Dalcan,
These Immortal Souls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mojo Men,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
Jacques Brel,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
Unwound,
Albert Ayler,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.