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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Interpol to the disco 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
Bobby Womack,
Cameo,
The Gladiators,
MC5,
Slick Rick,
Stereo Dub,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suicide,
Underground Resistance,
The Gories,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
Tears for Fears,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
Toni Rubio,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
Howard Jones,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.