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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Black Dice to the rap 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
Technova,
Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Skarface,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.