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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound 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?
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-101,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
Pet Shop Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.