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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Cybotron to the punk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
Underground Resistance,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
Index,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
Excepter,
Crime,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultra Naté,
Dead Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.