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 China and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Guru Guru to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
The Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Pagans,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
Icehouse,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.