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 Mongolia and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 David Bowie to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mojo Men,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
Supertramp,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.