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 Benin and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dark Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers,
Magazine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
JFA,
OOIOO,
Nils Olav,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
The Skatalites,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Main Source,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.