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 Madagascar and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
Ronnie Foster,
Tom Boy,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Vogues,
The Pop Group,
Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Fraelich,
Audionom,
Hashim,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
Lightning Bolt,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
Gong,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.