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 Sweden and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Velvet Underground to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
Intrusion,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
10cc,
The Real Kids,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.