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 Niger and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
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 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 Agitation Free to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Smog,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
The Sonics,
Delta 5,
Los Fastidios,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
World's Most,
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
Schoolly D,
Tom Boy,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
MC5,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.