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 Rwanda and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxette to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Crime,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
Marc Almond,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
Soul II Soul,
ABC,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.