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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
UT,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.