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 Dominican Republic and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Jandek 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
Ludus,
The Victims,
The Doors,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Move,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
Tommy Roe,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Lindisfarne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
Drexciya,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Niagra,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Arcadia,
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Sarah Menescal,
Blake Baxter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.