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 Maldives and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
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 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 The New Christs to the jazz 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
Carl Craig,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Modern Lovers,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.