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 Kosovo 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funky Four + One to the grime 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
the Germs,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hot Snakes,
The Birthday Party,
Aswad,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
Massinfluence,
Supertramp,
Nico,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.