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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Index to the crunk 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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
David McCallum,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
Ituana,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
The Gap Band,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
Suicide,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
Reagan Youth,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.