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 Zambia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 This Heat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
Magazine,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
John Foxx,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crash Course in Science,
Model 500,
Yazoo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
Y Pants,
Josef K,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.