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 Madagascar and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 F. McDonald to the punk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Depeche Mode,
Little Man,
The Index,
Japan,
June of 44,
Nas,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skaos,
Cameo,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Ohio Players,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May,
The Monochrome Set,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
Brand Nubian,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.