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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Malaria! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aural Exciters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scrapy,
Neil Young,
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boredoms,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
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.