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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Peter & Gordon to the electroclash 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
Boredoms,
Kaleidoscope,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
Roger Hodgson,
Echospace,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
Ten City,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims,
Franke,
Visage,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.