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 China and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Dead C to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
The Techniques,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
The Trojans,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
Visage,
EPMD,
Nas,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.