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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slick Rick to the rap 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Cecil Taylor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
Mark Hollis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
Minor Threat,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Skriet,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
Yaz,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
The Music Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.