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 Haiti and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Gong to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
Yaz,
Pagans,
The Saints,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.