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 Korea North and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chrome to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deakin,
Howard Jones,
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
Ossler,
The Saints,
Grauzone,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
Pole,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
Flipper,
Sun Ra,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.