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 Australia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Scion to the jazz 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
Yaz,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters,
Stereo Dub,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.