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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tres Demented to the jazz 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quadrant,
Cameo,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Tears for Fears,
Hoover,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Litter,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
Can,
The Searchers,
Pylon,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
La Düsseldorf,
Smog,
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
Alphaville,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.