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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
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 spring reverb 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 Mantronix to the techno 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Alton Ellis,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
Franke,
Jandek,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hashim,
Stereo Dub,
Cheater Slicks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
Smog,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Letta Mbulu,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.