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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Martian to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Jeff Lynne,
Cybotron,
Marine Girls,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
Johnny Clarke,
Sound Behaviour,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
The New Christs,
JFA,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
The Skatalites,
Juan Atkins,
L. Decosne,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gichy Dan,
Theoretical Girls,
Delta 5,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
Anakelly,
Metal Thangz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
Wings,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.