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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Carl Craig to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
The Angels of Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tim Buckley,
The Zeros,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
The Invisible,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.