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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lebanon Hanover to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Urselle,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
Dennis Brown,
The Red Krayola,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
Swans,
Malaria!,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun City Girls,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Basic Channel,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
The Walker Brothers,
Fugazi,
Delta 5,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.