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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
The Star Department,
Graham Central Station,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Organ,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
Japan,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
Public Image Ltd.,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Whodini,
Livin' Joy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
The Red Krayola,
Yaz,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
Wire,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
ABC,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.