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 Palau and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Roxy Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
Davy DMX,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
John Holt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Wells,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
Severed Heads,
Sugar Minott,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
The Moody Blues,
Slave,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
Little Man,
Supertramp,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Aloha Tigers,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.