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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Ken Boothe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
The Gories,
Bang On A Can,
The Evens,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.