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 Mauritius 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Clear Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
Babytalk,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shoche,
David Axelrod,
Oneida,
Ponytail,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Copeland,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.