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 Antigua and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Gang Starr to the jazz 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
Bush Tetras,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Sparks,
Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
Brass Construction,
Absolute Body Control,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Bananas,
Yaz,
The Trojans,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
In Retrospect,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.