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 Grenada and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 June of 44 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
The Litter,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Sight & Sound,
10cc,
the Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
Fela Kuti,
Carl Craig,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
Babytalk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
Reagan Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.