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 Panama and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Davy DMX to the jazz 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Enemy,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
Agitation Free,
Yazoo,
Hoover,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
the Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kenny Larkin,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
MC5,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
Excepter,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stereo Dub,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.