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 Mozambique and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
Kas Product,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Janne Schatter,
10cc,
Slave,
The Saints,
Grauzone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
OOIOO,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.