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 China and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
The Monks,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
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Slave,
Clear Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.