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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Surgeon to the techno 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
The Standells,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
Swans,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
Cameo,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Lindisfarne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.