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 Mauritania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 John Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw,
Saccharine Trust,
the Swans,
The Move,
Terry Callier,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Normal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.