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 Indonesia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Wells to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
Derrick May,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
Minor Threat,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
Charles Mingus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
The Last Poets,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
Magazine,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
Mantronix,
R.M.O.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The American Breed,
Motorama,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.