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 Mexico and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Main Source,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Stetsasonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Smooth,
The Martian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.