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 Comoros and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Age Steppers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
Scrapy,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
Darondo,
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
David Axelrod,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks,
The Barracudas,
the Slits,
JFA,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.