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 Mexico and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 FM Einheit to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
LL Cool J,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
The Smiths,
David Bowie,
Pagans,
Easy Going,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.