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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Whodini to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir 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?
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
Erasure,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
Monks,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Skriet,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.