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 Gabon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Arcadia to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
Faraquet,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
Monks,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
Dual Sessions,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Television,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
Donald Byrd,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.