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 Lesotho and from London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Magazine 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
Skaos,
June Days,
cv313,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Popol Vuh,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.