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 Chad and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
Brass Construction,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
Unrelated Segments,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
Guru Guru,
The Pop Group,
Jandek,
Josef K,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Index,
Quadrant,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.