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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alphaville to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Pole,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.