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 Iceland and from New York.
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 Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 The Electric Prunes to the jazz 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Busters,
Nik Kershaw,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Japan,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
This Heat,
Section 25,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Technova,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
Susan Cadogan,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
Sonic Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
Magma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.