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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Lakeside to the jazz 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
Talk Talk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Matthew Halsall,
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Albert Ayler,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
Oneida,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
The Golliwogs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
Cecil Taylor,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.