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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Schoolly D to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Saints,
Ten City,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Names,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
Joe Smooth,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Holt,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Harry Pussy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
Ronan,
Organ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.