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 Egypt and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Black Flag to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
The Selecter,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cluster,
Ken Boothe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
The Move,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
The Pop Group,
Peter and Kerry,
Erykah Badu,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.