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 Brunei and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 John Holt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
10cc,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Womack,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
Aural Exciters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crash Course in Science,
the Sonics,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Stooges,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.