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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pagans 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
Animal Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
Minutemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
Shoche,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
The Beau Brummels,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.