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 Panama and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Howard Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
The Red Krayola,
Rufus Thomas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
Sällskapet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Erasure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Au Pairs,
Television,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monolake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
Barry Ungar,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.