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 Germany and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ohio Players to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barbara Tucker,
Loose Ends,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
The Human League,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
The Sound,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.