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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Eli Mardock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
Franke,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
The Red Krayola,
The Searchers,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics,
Fear,
Minnie Riperton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
The Selecter,
The Human League,
the Normal,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.