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 Colombia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Leonard Cohen to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Cecil Taylor,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
Mark Hollis,
Ohio Players,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bluetip,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
The Gladiators,
Rod Modell,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.