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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Yaz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Sarah Menescal,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
Visage,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Junior Murvin,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
Faraquet,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
D'Angelo,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cluster,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.