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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 F. McDonald to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visage,
Minny Pops,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
Gong,
JFA,
Simply Red,
Parry Music,
Joensuu 1685,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q65,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.