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 Zimbabwe and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Saints 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 electroclash 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
The Invisible,
Aswad,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
Sandy B,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L.,
Morten Harket,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.