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 Serbia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Derrick May to the grunge 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
The Toasters,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-101,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
Can,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T,
Slick Rick,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
Cameo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
Black Flag,
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.