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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Urselle,
Hardrive,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
R.M.O.,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
Suicide,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks,
John Holt,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.