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 Israel and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sister Nancy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
F. McDonald,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
FM Einheit,
The Tremeloes,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
Index,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
Monks,
The Remains,
Pantytec,
DNA,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.