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 Togo and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Y Pants to the crunk 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 Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Amazonics,
Skarface,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camberwell Now,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Basic Channel,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
Oneida,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
Roxette,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
the Sonics,
The Index,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.