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 Australia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 The Count Five 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Gang Green,
Blossom Toes,
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
PIL,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Half Japanese,
Delta 5,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
Severed Heads,
Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode,
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.