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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
10cc,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scan 7,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
Make Up,
Ten City,
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.