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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rap 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
Japan,
June of 44,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
The Human League,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
B.T. Express,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yaz,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dirtbombs,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.