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 Norway and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 OOIOO to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
Kayak,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
Pet Shop Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maurizio,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
Ultra Naté,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
Heaven 17,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.