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 Peru and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Amon Düül II to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
a-ha,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Cal Tjader,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
Howard Jones,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Hashim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
Theoretical Girls,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
EPMD,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.