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 Qatar and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime 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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
Q65,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
The Names,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
Television Personalities,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Au Pairs,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.