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 Macedonia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Banda Bassotti to the dance 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masters at Work,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Busters,
Fluxion,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Normal,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
The Gap Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
Suburban Knight,
The Associates,
Sister Nancy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
PIL,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.