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 Dominica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Minny Pops to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Max Romeo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
Inner City,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
PIL,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
MC5,
Desert Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
This Heat,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
Royal Trux,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.