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 Bhutan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Eddi Front to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
The Star Department,
Scientists,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Association,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Kayak,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
The Pretty Things,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.