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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
Chrome,
Iggy Pop,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
Can,
Fluxion,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Ultravox,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
Jacques Brel,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris Corsano,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
The Velvet Underground,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Brick,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.