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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Harmonia to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Judy Mowatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
Audionom,
Deakin,
Tears for Fears,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
The Kinks,
The Saints,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
Bad Manners,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.