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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 cv313 to the punk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Aswad 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
Aaron Thompson,
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
Lakeside,
DNA,
EPMD,
Lalann,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fugazi,
Smog,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat,
Visage,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
the Association,
The Cure,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.