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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Gichy Dan to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grey Daturas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wings,
The Offenders,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
Malaria!,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.