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 Taiwan and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maleditus Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gladiators,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
DJ Sneak,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
The Standells,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Copeland,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronan,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.