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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
Metal Thangz,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
Funky Four + One,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
Fad Gadget,
Cal Tjader,
David McCallum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
The Index,
Joe Finger,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.