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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Goldenarms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
DJ Sneak,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed,
Skriet,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
Charles Mingus,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
Outsiders,
Faust,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.