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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Seeds 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
Nas,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Joyce Sims,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Terry,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
Warsaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
The Sound,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
Al Stewart,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.