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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Holt to the electroclash 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
The Mummies,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lucky Dragons,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
Scrapy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
Crime,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.