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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
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 Spokane and London.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Skaos 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Fear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Pantaleimon,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
Lyres,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Terry,
Talk Talk,
The Birthday Party,
Brand Nubian,
Brass Construction,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.