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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
Echospace,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Can,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magazine,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
Sparks,
Roxette,
The Standells,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
Wally Richardson,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
Lalann,
The Victims,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.