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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 The United States of America to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
The Red Krayola,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Andrew Hill,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Ultravox,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.