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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dawn Penn to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
Audionom,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
Bootsy Collins,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gun Club,
Fat Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
Ohio Players,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.