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 Albania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
The Wake,
Blake Baxter,
Rotary Connection,
Loose Ends,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
Warren Ellis,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.