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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Wire 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
Massinfluence,
Bush Tetras,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
Yaz,
Motorama,
the Normal,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slackers,
Ponytail,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
The Stooges,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
Pole,
Visage,
Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.