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 Oman and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Pagans to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Silicon Teens,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Sherman,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vainqueur,
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Eve St. Jones,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mr. Review,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.