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 Rwanda and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Ohio Players to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
Fluxion,
June of 44,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.