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 Germany 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Roxy Music to the punk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
Q65,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.