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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Neu! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shoche,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Dave Gahan,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Deakin,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.