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 Australia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Cure to the funk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
World's Most,
FM Einheit,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
Roxy Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Piero Umiliani,
The Stooges,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
The Evens,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
Scion,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.