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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Arthur Verocai,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Aswad,
Adolescents,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
The Buckinghams,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
The Kinks,
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
Rosa Yemen,
cv313,
Youth Brigade,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.