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 Morocco and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Piero Umiliani to the grime 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol,
David McCallum,
Monks,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
Television Personalities,
Peter & Gordon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
Goldenarms,
UT,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Connie Case,
Eli Mardock,
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
Adolescents,
PIL,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
the Normal,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.