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 France and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 The Trojans to the punk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
Spandau Ballet,
Joy Division,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
PIL,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cramps,
Q and Not U,
The Moleskins,
The Trojans,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.