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 Senegal and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Schoolly D to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Q and Not U,
Rapeman,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus,
Scientists,
Magazine,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
Vladislav Delay,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios,
The Golliwogs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cowsills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.