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 Georgia and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Nas to the electroclash 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Agent Orange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
Boz Scaggs,
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Scrapy,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.