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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 Hardrive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
Black Pus,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
Pagans,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
Parry Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Organ,
Magazine,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Misunderstood,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
David Bowie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Freddie Wadling,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
Kas Product,
cv313,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.