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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suicide,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
The Smiths,
DNA,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
Mars,
Tres Demented,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
Dead Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
Maurizio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.