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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ossler to the jazz 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
The J.B.'s,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
Alison Limerick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.