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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacob Miller to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
Franke,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
Swell Maps,
Can,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
Pere Ubu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.