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 Greece and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sam Rivers to the grime 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
These Immortal Souls,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
Magma,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
Robert Wyatt,
China Crisis,
Howard Jones,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.