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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Morten Harket to the funk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
The Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
DJ Style,
Wings,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Victims,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.