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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
Pere Ubu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eddi Front,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
Second Layer,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nico,
the Normal,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
David McCallum,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
The Evens,
The Human League,
Rakim,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
The Cure,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.