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 Poland and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Qualms to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
Nico,
The Names,
Thee Headcoats,
Dark Day,
Flipper,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.