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 Armenia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Fall to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
John Holt,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Fraelich,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.