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 United States and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Warren Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Severed Heads,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
Monolake,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
Tears for Fears,
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
Symarip,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
Sister Nancy,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.