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 Gambia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Man Eating Sloth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
Agitation Free,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
The Martian,
The Invisible,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
Skriet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
John Cale,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
Desert Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
Can,
The Remains,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Association,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.