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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swell Maps to the disco 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swans,
Erasure,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Lindisfarne,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
Fear,
JFA,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
The Leaves,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Index,
Talk Talk,
Drexciya,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
Joe Smooth,
Echospace,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.