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 Bhutan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camouflage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
PIL,
The Gun Club,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
Wire,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June Days,
UT,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.