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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ultravox to the electroclash 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
Livin' Joy,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Martian,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Inner City,
Circle Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.