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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
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 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 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Pharoah Sanders,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dead C,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yaz,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
kango's stein massive,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
ABC,
Fela Kuti,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.