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 El Salvador 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rites of Spring to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
the Swans,
Colin Newman,
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
Zero Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
Iggy Pop,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
The Fall,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Mars,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
Television,
Yazoo,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
New Order,
Yellowson,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.