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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiohead,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
The Fall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Los Fastidios,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
Faraquet,
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scion,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
Qualms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.