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 Armenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
DNA,
Rites of Spring,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
In Retrospect,
Index,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
The Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
Scion,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
Ten City,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.