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 Japan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the disco 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Associates,
Kas Product,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker,
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
Skaos,
Althea and Donna,
Morten Harket,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
Eurythmics,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Ossler,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Television,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
MDC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
Mad Mike,
Procol Harum,
Faust,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pop Group,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
John Foxx,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.