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 Qatar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Blues Magoos to the jazz 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Searchers,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
Das Ding,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
Cybotron,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
Franke,
The Names,
The Slackers,
Television,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
The Litter,
Howard Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.