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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
Angry Samoans,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
Shoche,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt,
X-Ray Spex,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
kango's stein massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
Smog,
Brick,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.