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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Derrick Morgan 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
Unwound,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Prince Buster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Depeche Mode,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
The Moleskins,
The Toasters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.