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 Gambia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Terrestrial Tones,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
Japan,
Mantronix,
Black Moon,
Heaven 17,
the Sonics,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tim Buckley,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
Slave,
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Khruangbin,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
Average White Band,
PIL,
Skaos,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.