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 Turkey and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Rapeman to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths,
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
Index,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
Pere Ubu,
Barry Ungar,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Machine,
Zapp,
the Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.