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 Singapore and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 This Heat to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
New Age Steppers,
Metal Thangz,
Godley & Creme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
Mr. Review,
Young Marble Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
The Fortunes,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.