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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Das Ding to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
Ronan,
Rekid,
Q65,
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
Severed Heads,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
Brick,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
AZ,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.