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 Somalia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells,
Yaz,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Young Rascals,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Magma,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.