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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Danielle Patucci to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
10cc,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
X-102,
The Toasters,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
Ossler,
The Seeds,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
Livin' Joy,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.