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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Fear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
Japan,
The J.B.'s,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
Albert Ayler,
Josef K,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Niagra,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.