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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
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 linndrum 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 Five Americans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
Blancmange,
AZ,
Sex Pistols,
Darondo,
Fluxion,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
Josef K,
Scrapy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.