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 Mali and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sexual Harrassment to the dance 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army,
Cluster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Marc Almond,
In Retrospect,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
Scratch Acid,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.