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 Grenada and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Cecil Taylor to the techno 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
The Evens,
Gong,
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
June Days,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
Pagans,
Jeff Lynne,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.