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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Jeru the Damaja,
Audionom,
The Cosmic Jokers,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
Colin Newman,
Morten Harket,
Panda Bear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.