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 Ireland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Darondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
Magazine,
Desert Stars,
Yellowson,
Agent Orange,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
New Order,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Magma,
Bobby Sherman,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
MDC,
Toni Rubio,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
Bill Near,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
the Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
Kayak,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.