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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Blake Baxter to the grunge 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
Peter and Kerry,
Kas Product,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jawbox,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.