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 Kuwait and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Q and Not U to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
JFA,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tubeway Army,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
Moebius,
Lalann,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
Technova,
Cameo,
The Move,
The Trojans,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
The Stooges,
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
The Fuzztones,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.