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 Antigua and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rock 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
Altered Images,
Thompson Twins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
Man Parrish,
Accadde A,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
KRS-One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
Unwound,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arcadia,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.