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 Estonia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Fugs 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oneida,
H. Thieme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
The Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
Suburban Knight,
Bauhaus,
FM Einheit,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
Monks,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.