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 Russia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
Cameo,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Pole,
The Index,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
Roxette,
Thee Headcoats,
The Move,
Icehouse,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
The Fall,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Near,
Lou Christie,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.