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 Paraguay and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rotary Connection to the punk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
K-Klass,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quadrant,
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amazonics,
Outsiders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
Robert Görl,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.