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 Portugal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 David Bowie to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
JFA,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
Magazine,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Crime,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reagan Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J,
the Soft Cell,
Liliput,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
Dave Gahan,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.