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 Botswana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Ronan 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Bourne,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Moby Grape,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
The Mummies,
Country Teasers,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
Lucky Dragons,
Young Marble Giants,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.