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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
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 theremin 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 Essential Logic to the funk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
Zapp,
Hardrive,
Franke,
June of 44,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Circle Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
The Saints,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yaz,
Barry Ungar,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.