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 Lithuania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Japan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Q65,
Skarface,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
UT,
Rod Modell,
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
Urselle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.