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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Hoover to the dance 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
Procol Harum,
Henry Cow,
Ultravox,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
OOIOO,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
Make Up,
Y Pants,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
UT,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
Minutemen,
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
Groovy Waters,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott,
Inner City,
The Standells,
X-102,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.