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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Drexciya,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
Smog,
Agitation Free,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
Accadde A,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Techniques,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
Television,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Davy DMX,
Gong,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.