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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Neu! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
Motorama,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan,
the Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Black Flag,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joey Negro,
John Holt,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
D'Angelo,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.