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 Syria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
The Names,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
Y Pants,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Mills,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.