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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Crash Course in Science,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
Ponytail,
Technova,
Yaz,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
Slick Rick,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pop Group,
Thompson Twins,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
Scion,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.