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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Crispy Ambulance,
Idris Muhammad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Index,
Pulsallama,
The Birthday Party,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry,
X-102,
Audionom,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
The American Breed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.