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 Ukraine and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blues Magoos to the dance 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
H. Thieme,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donald Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
Alton Ellis,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.