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 Saudi Arabia and from Bologna.
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 Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Yellowson to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Simply Red,
The Sound,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dark Day,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
FM Einheit,
Jacob Miller,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
Bob Dylan,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control,
Kayak,
The Gun Club,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.