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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Danielle Patucci to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Symarip,
Index,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
Shuggie Otis,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.