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 Bahamas and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
Model 500,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
Deadbeat,
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
Joensuu 1685,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
Ten City,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Guru Guru,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.