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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Letta Mbulu to the techno 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
Monks,
Skarface,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
Crime,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
The American Breed,
Neil Young,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.