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 Spain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
cv313,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Surgeon,
The Leaves,
Massinfluence,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears,
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.