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 Botswana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Unrelated Segments to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
Can,
KRS-One,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
Scan 7,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
Franke,
Stiv Bators,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
The Motions,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
The Martian,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.