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 United States and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 The Fall to the disco 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T 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?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
The Remains,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
Basic Channel,
Nas,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
Thee Headcoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
Heaven 17,
The Searchers,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light,
Wire,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & 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.