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 United States and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 X-101 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
Fat Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.