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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Roy Ayers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
John Lydon,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Lalann,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.