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 Croatia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Excepter to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Lower 48,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
Eve St. Jones,
Cameo,
The Toasters,
Roxette,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
Anakelly,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.