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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Delta 5 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Q65,
Infiniti,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
Cecil Taylor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fugs,
Silicon Teens,
Joyce Sims,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sparks,
Wings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Yusef Lateef,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
The Move,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.