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 Mexico and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Sisters of Mercy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
Pagans,
Talk Talk,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Teasers,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cybotron,
X-102,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.