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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Subhumans to the disco 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
The Techniques,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
The Grass Roots,
The Detroit Cobras,
JFA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters,
Boz Scaggs,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
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.