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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Henry Cow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.