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 Egypt and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 The Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
Circle Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
Quando Quango,
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
OOIOO,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.