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 Turkey and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Sam Rivers,
X-102,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
Marmalade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
The Zeros,
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
PIL,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
Lakeside,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
Nirvana,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.