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 Yemen and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
Little Man,
Hashim,
The United States of America,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
Bauhaus,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
The Techniques,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Durutti Column,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Trojans,
Ice-T,
Pantytec,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Zeros,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
Reagan Youth,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.