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 Monaco and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Outsiders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Josef K,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Graham Central Station,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
Pole,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Letta Mbulu,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultra Naté,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.