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 Sweden and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Groovy Waters to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smoke,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Livin' Joy,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crime,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.