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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nico to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
Clear Light,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Soul II Soul,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
Cybotron,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arab on Radar,
Jacques Brel,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.