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 Uganda and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Minor Threat to the disco 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
E-Dancer,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
cv313,
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
Quantec,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
The Golliwogs,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
Jawbox,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.