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 Seychelles and from London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid 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?
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
Wings,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantytec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.