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 Gabon and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 DNA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eddi Front,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
The Move,
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Can,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
Wings,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
Television,
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.