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 Malawi and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Shoche to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men,
10cc,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
June of 44,
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
Iggy Pop,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gladiators,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.