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 Iran and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Christie,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
X-102,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
The Neon Judgement,
Little Man,
a-ha,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Style,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.