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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Axelrod to the grime 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
K-Klass,
Heaven 17,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultravox,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.