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 Singapore and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Warsaw to the jazz 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
Kas Product,
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
Black Pus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
Sixth Finger,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Hood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
Judy Mowatt,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Whodini,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cal Tjader,
Zero Boys,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.