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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Technova,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
World's Most,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
The American Breed,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cymande,
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
LL Cool J,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
Nico,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
Chris & Cosey,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joey Negro,
48th St. Collective,
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.