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 South Africa and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Robert Wyatt to the electroclash 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
Interpol,
Harry Pussy,
Traffic Nightmare,
David McCallum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
The Mummies,
Terry Callier,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tim Buckley,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
Flipper,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
Cluster,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.