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 Guyana and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ituana to the techno 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
One Last Wish,
Flash Fearless,
Faraquet,
Shoche,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks,
The Slackers,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.