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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Grauzone 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Almond,
Ken Boothe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
Dawn Penn,
Quantec,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Stooges,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
the Human League,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
Intrusion,
Darondo,
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry,
Letta Mbulu,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gories,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.