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 Belize and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Eddi Front to the funk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
Amazonics,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
Technova,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oblivians,
Y Pants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
The Barracudas,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.