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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Eric Copeland to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
Idris Muhammad,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
This Heat,
Los Fastidios,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
Yellowson,
AZ,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
Japan,
Shoche,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
KRS-One,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.