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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
Loose Ends,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
The American Breed,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
Liliput,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.