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 Algeria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 CMW to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
Suicide,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.