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 South Africa and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Laurel Aitken to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
The Busters,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suburban Knight,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
Motorama,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
John Cale,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
Kenny Larkin,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.