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 Korea South and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Grass Roots to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rosa Yemen,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skarface,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Pierre Henry,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.