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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Wings to the dance 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Fortunes,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Rundgren,
Slave,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
Q65,
The Slackers,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.