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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 The Grass Roots to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marshall Jefferson,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
the Association,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Todd Rundgren,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
Can,
Anakelly,
Chrome,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Symarip,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cure,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
Neil Young,
The Misunderstood,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
the Germs,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.