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 Iraq and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Jeff Mills to the crunk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker,
The Dead C,
Erasure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
Quantec,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Can,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
Index,
Byron Stingily,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.