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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 A Flock of Seagulls 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
June Days,
Patti Smith,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
Glenn Branca,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
The United States of America,
Gang Green,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
Barbara Tucker,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
PIL,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.