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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Main Source to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Sight & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Barracudas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Invisible,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
Harmonia,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
MDC,
The Mummies,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
Subhumans,
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.