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 Equatorial Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Frankie Knuckles to the electroclash 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monochrome Set,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
Warsaw,
The Dirtbombs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
X-102,
Pantaleimon,
Hoover,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.