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 Norway and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 AZ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
June of 44,
The Busters,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
Urselle,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
Zero Boys,
10cc,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Hot Snakes,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
David Axelrod,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Niagra,
The Remains,
Slave,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.