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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
Echospace,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
Cameo,
Masters at Work,
Terry Callier,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.