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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
B.T. Express,
Can,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tim Buckley,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
Robert Hood,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Accadde A,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.