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 Honduras and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Das Ding to the dance 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aswad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronan,
Gong,
Intrusion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
KRS-One,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerri Chandler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Oneida,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
The Selecter,
Ultra Naté,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.