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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Leonard Cohen 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '50s 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 Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Invisible,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
Television,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
Grauzone,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.