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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swell Maps to the grime 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
AZ,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minnie Riperton,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
Symarip,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
The Fall,
Chrome,
Fad Gadget,
Skaos,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.