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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ossler to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
Juan Atkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
DNA,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
PIL,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
the Association,
World's Most,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Mantronix,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
In Retrospect,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.