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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cymande to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
Bluetip,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Index,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
Rekid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
Sixth Finger,
Quadrant,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.