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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rod Modell to the grunge 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
JFA,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
Qualms,
X-102,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
Chrome,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mummies,
Franke,
Erasure,
Jeff Lynne,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Derrick May,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minnie Riperton,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Sister Nancy,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.