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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
Mandrill,
Joensuu 1685,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erasure,
Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Scientists,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
T. Rex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Supertramp,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
Hasil Adkins,
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Patti Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skarface,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.