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 Argentina and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skaos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
Infiniti,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Sparks,
The Fuzztones,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.