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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Organ to the jazz 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
Rod Modell,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
Kas Product,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet,
Delta 5,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Howard Jones,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Remains,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
Ultravox,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five,
Clear Light,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.