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 Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
Main Source,
Can,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Model 500,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
Wasted Youth,
Swans,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
Vladislav Delay,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dawn Penn,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
Spoonie Gee,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
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.