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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Skaos to the techno 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
The Skatalites,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Panda Bear,
Porter Ricks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Technova,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
Altered Images,
UT,
Ten City,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
Slave,
The Techniques,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.