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 Germany and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flash Fearless to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
Blancmange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
Howard Jones,
Dead Boys,
Mandrill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
Talk Talk,
Visage,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.