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 Albania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 New Order to the techno 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Ludus,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
Black Moon,
Yellowson,
Brick,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Symarip,
Maleditus Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
The Durutti Column,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Archie Shepp,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.