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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 The Blues Magoos 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
The Moleskins,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
Peter and Kerry,
The Searchers,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
Malaria!,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.