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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
Qualms,
Alison Limerick,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
Mandrill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.