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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Order to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Section 25,
ABC,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Mills,
Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
The Dead C,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
FM Einheit,
Y Pants,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
Franke,
Pierre Henry,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
Flipper,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.