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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Durutti Column to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Ronan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
Mandrill,
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
Radio Birdman,
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
Toni Rubio,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
Duran Duran,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
UT,
Vainqueur,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.