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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Amazonics to the crunk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mummies,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
David Bowie,
Ituana,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rotary Connection,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Joe & The Fish,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
Joe Finger,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.