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 Liberia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Franke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Martian,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
D'Angelo,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
X-101,
June of 44,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.