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 Finland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joy Division to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
Scratch Acid,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Mills,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
Blancmange,
Guru Guru,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Albert Ayler,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.