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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Görl to the grunge 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
James White and The Blacks,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
X-102,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Görl,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cymande,
The Saints,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
The Gories,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Tremeloes,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.