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 Bahamas and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Erasure to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
Dead Boys,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Royal Trux,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
a-ha,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
the Sonics,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
Tom Boy,
Aswad,
Rakim,
Nas,
World's Most,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.