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 Panama and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 E-Dancer to the dance 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
Outsiders,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Nas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Goldenarms,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
The Sound,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
Youth Brigade,
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.