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 Mozambique and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
Derrick Morgan,
Pussy Galore,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
Byron Stingily,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
Camberwell Now,
Susan Cadogan,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
Harpers Bizarre,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
June Days,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.