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 Malaysia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Parry Music to the punk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
This Heat,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dave Gahan,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Move,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.