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 Finland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pet Shop Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Durutti Column,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monolake,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
The Five Americans,
Altered Images,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Organ,
Eric Copeland,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.