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 Mauritania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 The Music Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Animal Collective,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lyres,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
The Move,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.