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 Serbia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Sun City Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
Eurythmics,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mr. Review,
Suburban Knight,
Sparks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Görl,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.