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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 AZ to the disco 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
DNA,
The Gories,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ludus,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
Q65,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.