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 Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drexciya to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Mills,
Royal Trux,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
Cluster,
Eurythmics,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.