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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 D'Angelo to the crunk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
The Associates,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
Slave,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
Rod Modell,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
The Searchers,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Normal,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat,
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
Pole,
Clear Light,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.