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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T.S.O.L. to the jazz 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
Symarip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiohead,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
Urselle,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
The Doors,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.