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 Malawi and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Trumans Water to the funk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
Yellowson,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Radiohead,
The United States of America,
Susan Cadogan,
Groovy Waters,
Joyce Sims,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
The Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
Hashim,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.