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 Laos and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Christie to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wings,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
Albert Ayler,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
The Wake,
Camberwell Now,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxette,
X-102,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.