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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
Susan Cadogan,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Derrick May,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Juan Atkins,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.