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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
Grauzone,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
World's Most,
KRS-One,
The Smoke,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.