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 Uganda and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kerri Chandler to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
Cameo,
Dual Sessions,
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Association,
the Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Letta Mbulu,
Drexciya,
Pantytec,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.