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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crash Course in Science to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Technova,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
Simply Red,
The Monks,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
John Foxx,
the Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
The Birthday Party,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Surgeon,
Rites of Spring,
Radio Birdman,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.