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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
Flipper,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement,
Joyce Sims,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Lungfish,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini,
Ronan,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.