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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Juan Atkins to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
AZ,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
Howard Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
the Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.