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 Maldives and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
Gong,
Hoover,
Simply Red,
Fat Boys,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
Hot Snakes,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.