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 Chile 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Sister Nancy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
the Slits,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
the Association,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.