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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Peter and Kerry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
the Slits,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
Faust,
Piero Umiliani,
cv313,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
PIL,
Andrew Hill,
Sonic Youth,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
Thompson Twins,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
Blancmange,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.