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 Panama and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
Quando Quango,
Porter Ricks,
Index,
Outsiders,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Motions,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
Visage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.