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 Antigua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
UT,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
The Moleskins,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
The Cramps,
Visage,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deepchord,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.