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 Peru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pole to the techno 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gun Club,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ossler,
Ituana,
Josef K,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas,
The Red Krayola,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
Audionom,
Warsaw,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.