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 Montenegro and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
Bobby Sherman,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
Rapeman,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
Blossom Toes,
Yaz,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultravox,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.