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 Suriname and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Section 25 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Connie Case,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moody Blues,
Quantec,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
Franke,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
Boredoms,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
Technova,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Oblivians,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.