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 China and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Agitation Free to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
K-Klass,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
Technova,
Severed Heads,
The Doors,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
Crime,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
The Walker Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.