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 Turkey and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Donald Byrd to the techno 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tom Boy,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake,
X-Ray Spex,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.