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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Au Pairs to the techno 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
Donny Hathaway,
Dawn Penn,
K-Klass,
Ronan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra,
Can,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.