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 Syria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
John Foxx,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
FM Einheit,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
Television,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
PIL,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
Japan,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
The Music Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Alison Limerick,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.