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 Finland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 48th St. Collective to the dance 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth,
Minor Threat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
The American Breed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
EPMD,
Mad Mike,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.