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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
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 Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unwound,
John Foxx,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
Deepchord,
Quantec,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
Gang Green,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
The Kinks,
The Fire Engines,
Jandek,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Country Teasers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Basic Channel,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
Fear,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
10cc,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.