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 Mali and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Rotary Connection,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish,
Graham Central Station,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sound,
Babytalk,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus,
Cymande,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
Wire,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.