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 Japan and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Young Marble Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Japan,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
UT,
Skriet,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
DNA,
Henry Cow,
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.