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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pantytec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Sonics,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
Negative Approach,
the Normal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
Ice-T,
Television,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
The Gun Club,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.