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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sparks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick,
Minutemen,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
Erasure,
Fat Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.