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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lou Reed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Swans,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nik Kershaw,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.