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 Singapore and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 H. Thieme to the techno 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
Nico,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
Vladislav Delay,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
Gong,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Model 500,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.