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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Suburban Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Newcleus,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
Harmonia,
The Zeros,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Wyatt,
Babytalk,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
The Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Underground Resistance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
Radiohead,
Excepter,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
The Remains,
the Swans,
Sällskapet,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Colin Newman,
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.