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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Cure to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maleditus Sound,
John Cale,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
Moebius,
Suicide,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mr. Review,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
Barrington Levy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.