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 Moldova and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Hill to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
The Seeds,
Anakelly,
the Association,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.