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 Jordan and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
D'Angelo,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
The Victims,
Scott Walker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Divine Comedy,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
the Human League,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.