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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
Faust,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
Monolake,
Roxette,
John Cale,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.