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 Kuwait and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Loose Ends to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
Zapp,
cv313,
Joensuu 1685,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
Nico,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Audionom,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
Drexciya,
Magma,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.