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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Raincoats to the electroclash 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cluster,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
X-102,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Tears for Fears,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
Eve St. Jones,
Chrome,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
Ituana,
The Doors,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.