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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rap 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiohead,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
Ludus,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
Jacques Brel,
Eden Ahbez,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.