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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vladislav Delay,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
Suicide,
The Invisible,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.