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 Cambodia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
The Human League,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
Section 25,
Oneida,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Order,
Robert Hood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
Von Mondo,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.