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 Germany 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Newcleus to the grunge 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit 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?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Robert Hood,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
Echospace,
EPMD,
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
Mars,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.