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 Tanzania 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flipper to the electroclash 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
Ultravox,
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
Cybotron,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
The Moody Blues,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
Inner City,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
Joy Division,
Gong,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
Ten City,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.