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 Namibia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 The Selecter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Sparks,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
The Knickerbockers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
World's Most,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
Can,
Sällskapet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
Bauhaus,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.