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 Russia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fad Gadget to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
AZ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donald Byrd,
Motorama,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
MDC,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
Altered Images,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
Symarip,
the Association,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.