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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fortunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
Newcleus,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Little Man,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Das Ding,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
Main Source,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn,
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.