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 Georgia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Mars to the jazz 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton,
Alphaville,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skarface,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABC,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fad Gadget,
ABBA,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Sparks,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.