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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
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 UT to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Flipper,
Josef K,
Magazine,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra,
a-ha,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
Cluster,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.