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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moby Grape to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Darondo,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
Sparks,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
Connie Case,
Minnie Riperton,
Joey Negro,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
LL Cool J,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
The Cramps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
The American Breed,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Enemy,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.