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 Ghana and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Kas Product to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Smog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
Blancmange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.