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 China and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Eve St. Jones to the rap 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
Cal Tjader,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
Interpol,
Pylon,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
Can,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q65,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
Fugazi,
UT,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
U.S. Maple,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warren Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.