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 Oman and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Fania All-Stars to the jazz 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Tubeway Army,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
Shuggie Otis,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Monolake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Steve Hackett,
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television Personalities,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.