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 Latvia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Detroit Cobras to the punk 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Faust,
Brothers Johnson,
Circle Jerks,
Mantronix,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deakin,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
Accadde A,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal,
Massinfluence,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
Kerri Chandler,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
Sun City Girls,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.