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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mary Jane Girls to the punk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Brick,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
World's Most,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.