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 Benin and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Swell Maps to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
OOIOO,
AZ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
The Index,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
Cybotron,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joensuu 1685,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
Swans,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.