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 Korea North and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Index to the grunge 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps 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?
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
Can,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
Quantec,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faust,
Jacques Brel,
Goldenarms,
Barbara Tucker,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
Groovy Waters,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
Visage,
The Misunderstood,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.