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 Moldova and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
Procol Harum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
E-Dancer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
ABC,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slave,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
cv313,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.