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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
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 Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Todd Rundgren to the grime 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
a-ha,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
Khruangbin,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
Stetsasonic,
X-102,
Cymande,
Tom Boy,
Absolute Body Control,
Erasure,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
Yazoo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.