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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Royal Trux to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brick,
Roxette,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
Kayak,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
Lindisfarne,
Skarface,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare,
Simply Red,
The Human League,
Slave,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
Sparks,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.