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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
The Fugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
Kenny Larkin,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monolake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.