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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Motions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
Sparks,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
Quadrant,
DJ Sneak,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.