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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sparks to the disco 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
The Sonics,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
David Axelrod,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
The Dirtbombs,
Yazoo,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Harmonia,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.