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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
The Tremeloes,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
Graham Central Station,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
The Index,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
Skaos,
Ten City,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.