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 Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Eden Ahbez to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
ABBA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Max Romeo,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Pus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
Archie Shepp,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.