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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Arthur Verocai to the disco 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
June of 44,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cure,
The Evens,
Technova,
The Stooges,
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mark Hollis,
Moebius,
This Heat,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
Audionom,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
Marine Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.