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 Norway and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Organ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
Ronnie Foster,
John Coltrane,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fela Kuti,
Cameo,
Morten Harket,
MC5,
The Victims,
The Invisible,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
Main Source,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
The Litter,
Kayak,
Roxette,
Bush Tetras,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
Joy Division,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.