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 Samoa 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Depeche Mode to the jazz 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Intrusion,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vladislav Delay,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
Hot Snakes,
Magazine,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.