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 Rwanda and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Jimmy McGriff 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacques Brel,
Niagra,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
the Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.