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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 the Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry 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?
Arab on Radar,
Eli Mardock,
Can,
Al Stewart,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
The Velvet Underground,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
Japan,
a-ha,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.