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 Marshall Islands and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
Roxy Music,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
The Wake,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Wells,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
Franke,
Au Pairs,
The Raincoats,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco,
Al Stewart,
Little Man,
Masters at Work,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.