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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Drive Like Jehu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
Minutemen,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
UT,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
Mars,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harmonia,
Saccharine Trust,
DNA,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.