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 Albania and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 D'Angelo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABC,
Toni Rubio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.