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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pierre Henry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dead C,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Yellowson,
ABBA,
The Motions,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
Jerry's Kids,
Can,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ituana,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
K-Klass,
Barrington Levy,
Whodini,
Japan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
Blancmange,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.