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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camouflage to the grime 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
Accadde A,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Quando Quango,
Royal Trux,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
Idris Muhammad,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eve St. Jones,
Magazine,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
DNA,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
EPMD,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.