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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Piero Umiliani to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Faust,
E-Dancer,
the Slits,
Q65,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
X-102,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
Letta Mbulu,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magma,
Lalann,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
Roger Hodgson,
Max Romeo,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
UT,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
Motorama,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Interpol,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.