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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultravox to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
Qualms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Golliwogs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
The Names,
the Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oblivians,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.