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 Latvia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 R.M.O. to the techno 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Agitation Free,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
Organ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Outsiders,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jawbox,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.