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 Haiti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Depeche Mode to the rock 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
David McCallum,
Laurel Aitken,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
Livin' Joy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Babytalk,
DNA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Teasers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.