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 Albania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tears for Fears to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
Urselle,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
Index,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scan 7,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Stooges,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick May,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.