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 Peru and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Doors to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
Hashim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
Eden Ahbez,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.