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 Andorra and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
Whodini,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joensuu 1685,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
Wings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
The Seeds,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
Alison Limerick,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.