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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pop Group to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
Cameo,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
Swell Maps,
Camberwell Now,
Brass Construction,
ABBA,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fat Boys,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
CMW,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
Fluxion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.