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 Belize and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultravox,
The Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
The United States of America,
Brass Construction,
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.