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 Latvia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Offenders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
Arthur Verocai,
Danielle Patucci,
Neu!,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
Dawn Penn,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q65,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harmonia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
X-101,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.