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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the punk 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
Mars,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
X-102,
UT,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Bill Near,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.