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 Luxembourg and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
World's Most,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
The Evens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Television Personalities,
Josef K,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
CMW,
Bronski Beat,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.