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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mantronix to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
the Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronan,
Cluster,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
R.M.O.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
Whodini,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
B.T. Express,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.