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 Ireland and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rites of Spring to the grime 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Banda Bassotti,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Halsall,
the Fania All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Motions,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
Wally Richardson,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
The Knickerbockers,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.