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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Colin Newman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
Fluxion,
Dead Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stiv Bators,
The Sound,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.