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 Ivory Coast and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 A Certain Ratio to the disco 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor 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?
Andrew Hill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jandek,
Jacques Brel,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
Slave,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
Wasted Youth,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Harry Pussy,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABC,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.