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 Turkey and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Chrome to the techno 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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
Pussy Galore,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
a-ha,
Marine Girls,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gories,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.