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 Nepal and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
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 oboe 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Fear,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
The Residents,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
cv313,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.