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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 The Grass Roots to the crunk 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight 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?
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
Nas,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
Q65,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
Moss Icon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Wells,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.