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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
Black Bananas,
The Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
Television,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Detroit Cobras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.