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 Algeria and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Popol Vuh,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
Dual Sessions,
Moebius,
Alphaville,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
Nik Kershaw,
Minny Pops,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine,
Rod Modell,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.