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 Dominica and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fatback Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agent Orange,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
Rakim,
Japan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
Desert Stars,
Hoover,
Ten City,
Lyres,
Main Source,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
Janne Schatter,
FM Einheit,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.