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 Botswana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Half Japanese to the techno 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
The Fall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Quando Quango,
Wings,
Motorama,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joy Division,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
The Smiths,
Smog,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fear,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
The Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
Gichy Dan,
The Red Krayola,
Nico,
Altered Images,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
Audionom,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.