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 Cameroon and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Franke,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.