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 Angola and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Marine Girls to the jazz 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
The Move,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
X-102,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
Marcia Griffiths,
U.S. Maple,
The Monochrome Set,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
JFA,
Aural Exciters,
Arab on Radar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Christie,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.