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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Maurizio to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
Babytalk,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
Index,
Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
Tears for Fears,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
Scientists,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
Brick,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
Joe Smooth,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Outsiders,
New Age Steppers,
Hoover,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.