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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 The Velvet Underground to the jazz 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smiths,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
The Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
Shoche,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
Desert Stars,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Patti Smith,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
UT,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Cell,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.