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 Maldives 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 In Retrospect to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Divine Comedy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalann,
U.S. Maple,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
MC5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Technova,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
kango's stein massive,
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slits,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
The Names,
David McCallum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
Ituana,
Derrick May,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.