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 Italy and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Terry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
Niagra,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
The Offenders,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
Skarface,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Mills,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.