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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
Neu!,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
Connie Case,
Mantronix,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
Scan 7,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
Kayak,
Nirvana,
The Techniques,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
Adolescents,
Visage,
Fear,
The Move,
Boredoms,
Babytalk,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.