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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Star Department to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
Tears for Fears,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Echospace,
Smog,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
Theoretical Girls,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.