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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
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 Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno 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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Associates,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
Byron Stingily,
The Fall,
The Remains,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
Scientists,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.