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 Mauritius and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cameo to the grime 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.