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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
The Litter,
Make Up,
Hardrive,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Ossler,
Black Pus,
cv313,
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.