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 Uganda and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
48th St. Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
H. Thieme,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
Eddi Front,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
The Martian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
The Gladiators,
PIL,
Icehouse,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.