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 East Timor and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Techniques to the grunge 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
The Index,
U.S. Maple,
UT,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Mills,
Arthur Verocai,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Nico,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.