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 Peru and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Hardrive to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
Desert Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.