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 Dominica and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Faraquet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Laurel Aitken,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
Hashim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
Television,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
Black Pus,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover,
Wally Richardson,
The Doors,
the Germs,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brass Construction,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.