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 Korea South and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Davy DMX to the rap 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
The Martian,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
Max Romeo,
E-Dancer,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
Pere Ubu,
Clear Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
MC5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Flash Fearless,
Tubeway Army,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
AZ,
Unrelated Segments,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.