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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
The Leaves,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
Minnie Riperton,
Slave,
the Human League,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.