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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 U.S. Maple to the funk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
Hardrive,
Liliput,
Von Mondo,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
Symarip,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.