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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 New Order to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
Simply Red,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Funky Four + One,
Animal Collective,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
the Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.