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 Denmark and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Flesh Eaters to the rock 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
Black Sheep,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Section 25,
Cymande,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
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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.