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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Ken Boothe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
The Smiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Symarip,
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
The Monks,
Cymande,
Cabaret Voltaire,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears,
Ultravox,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
Fear,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.