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 Thailand and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Silicon Teens to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
Maleditus Sound,
Magazine,
Sixth Finger,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
Unwound,
The Gories,
Hashim,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blossom Toes,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
10cc,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.