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 Belize and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
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 mellotron 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 Ken Boothe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
The Stooges,
The Gories,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Swell Maps,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
E-Dancer,
Rapeman,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set,
Surgeon,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
The Smoke,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.