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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
Pagans,
Pantaleimon,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Fear,
The Busters,
Hashim,
Oneida,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
Yazoo,
AZ,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
The Buckinghams,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
Delta 5,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
One Last Wish,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
Agitation Free,
Susan Cadogan,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.