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 Estonia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 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 June Days to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Womack,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
CMW,
X-101,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
Pantytec,
cv313,
Unwound,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
F. McDonald,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Surgeon,
The Human League,
Chrome,
Marvin Gaye,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
Q65,
Main Source,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.