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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
B.T. Express,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Rapeman,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Erykah Badu,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.