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 Chad and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Goldenarms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
Wire,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
The Fugs,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
Bauhaus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
Sparks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
ABC,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
In Retrospect,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alison Limerick,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.