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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Circle Jerks,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
Echospace,
DNA,
Ultravox,
Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
ABC,
Intrusion,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
The Kinks,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Leonard Cohen,
Sparks,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Lynne,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.