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 Dominica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Barry Ungar to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
The Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps,
Eric Copeland,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
Oblivians,
Visage,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.