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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Darondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
The Happenings,
One Last Wish,
Tears for Fears,
New Order,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harry Pussy,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
Parry Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
Scan 7,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Urselle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
JFA,
Franke,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.