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 Iraq and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Simply Red to the crunk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Pere Ubu,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MC5,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
Brick,
Delta 5,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
Suburban Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
Urselle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.