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 Ireland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Can to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
Fear,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
F. McDonald,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
T. Rex,
The Monochrome Set,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
JFA,
KRS-One,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
The Martian,
The Saints,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.