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 East Timor and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
The Slackers,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television,
Fad Gadget,
The Move,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
Theoretical Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
the Human League,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.