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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Deepchord to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
Hoover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
The Gladiators,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
Au Pairs,
Delta 5,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Pantytec,
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.