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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reuben Wilson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
Easy Going,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Pus,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
Q65,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.