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 Hungary 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Wire to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
Outsiders,
The Grass Roots,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bad Manners,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
R.M.O.,
Toni Rubio,
X-Ray Spex,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Yellowson,
Hardrive,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
The Names,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
The Birthday Party,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.