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 Jordan and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
Altered Images,
the Association,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
Sight & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
the Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Subhumans,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Television,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
Qualms,
Grauzone,
UT,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.