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 Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Au Pairs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Music Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks,
AZ,
Scan 7,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
Howard Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Urselle,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
Smog,
David Bowie,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.