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 Panama and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the disco 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.