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 Malawi and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
KRS-One,
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
Wings,
Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
Magazine,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Pole,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
Ossler,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.