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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Gang of Four,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
Althea and Donna,
Mandrill,
The Star Department,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skarface,
Model 500,
New Age Steppers,
Yaz,
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.