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 Niger and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boredoms to the rap 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
Interpol,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Ice-T,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
Amazonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
Yaz,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.