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 Nigeria and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
The Human League,
Talk Talk,
T.S.O.L.,
Skaos,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultravox,
Supertramp,
Flipper,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
Marc Almond,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
Q65,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
Slave,
Inner City,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
Liliput,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
Neil Young,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.