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 Kosovo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sugar Minott to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
The Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.