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 Montenegro and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Clarke,
Pagans,
JFA,
Scratch Acid,
Black Sheep,
Sixth Finger,
the Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
Stereo Dub,
Lyres,
Kevin Saunderson,
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
Faust,
The Kinks,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.