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 Belarus and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Inner City to the punk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Newcleus,
Boz Scaggs,
Animal Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
Moby Grape,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
Visage,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
the Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings,
Massinfluence,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.