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 Niger and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Remains to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
The Standells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
Drexciya,
The Gun Club,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ludus,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter & Gordon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
Nico,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.