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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Pop Group to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
Interpol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
Scion,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Görl,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.