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 Argentina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Trux to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
Aaron Thompson,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
cv313,
The Motions,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
Glenn Branca,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
the Association,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
Chrome,
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
The Pretty Things,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.