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 Ghana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Red Krayola to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
Amazonics,
Average White Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Saints,
The Litter,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Rekid,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Mary Jane Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.