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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
Index,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronan,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
MC5,
Can,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
The Velvet Underground,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.