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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Gang Green to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
Lungfish,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Skaos,
Jandek,
Erasure,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
Neu!,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
Pole,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.