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 Guinea 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sex Pistols,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
The Standells,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
Josef K,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
Wire,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
Swans,
Cluster,
UT,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.