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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Electric Prunes to the techno 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
Scientists,
The Wake,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
Motorama,
Alton Ellis,
The Residents,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.