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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 a-ha to the jazz 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Franke,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Prince Buster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
Moby Grape,
Hoover,
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America,
The Doors,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scan 7,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
The Smoke,
Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.