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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Monks to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
The Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Can,
Youth Brigade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q65,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Spandau Ballet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.