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 Singapore and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Technova,
The Cure,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.