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 Antigua and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 KRS-One to the disco 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magma,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
Ultravox,
The Gladiators,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
Gong,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
Nirvana,
The Fall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Piero Umiliani,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.