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 Slovakia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Erasure,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
Guru Guru,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Gong,
China Crisis,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
Procol Harum,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
D'Angelo,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.