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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marcia Griffiths to the crunk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gap Band,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
Mission of Burma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
Mars,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
Depeche Mode,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.